Horror: My Charms Only Work On Big Women

Xiahou's face turned red and white.

The power of the sword qi just now made him clear in his heart that he was definitely no match for the young man in front of him.

The other party must not be an ordinary person.

The sword energy alone already made it extremely difficult for him to block it, if the sword really came out

He was afraid that he couldn't even block a sword.

He is irritable, but not stupid.

The opponent doesn't have too much hostility, if he still provokes now, isn't it a dead end?

Xia Hou immediately kept silent.

Seeing Xiahou like this, Yan Chixia couldn't help grinning.

"Haha, I usually see you so hot, why are you so honest now?"

"It is said that your temper, Xiahou, is like a powder keg, and you will be on fire at any point. It seems that you are not stupid."

Xia Hou's face turned red, and he snorted coldly, "You don't care about me."

Yan Chixia ignored him, but walked up to Ma Jun and cupped her hands.

"My servant, Yan Chixia, the young hero must have come here because of the chaos in Anyang."

Ma Jun has a good impression of Yan Chixia.

He has high skills, but he never forgets to help those in need.

Act boldly and informally.

It is rare to have a benevolent heart, and he is a leader among rangers.

"That's right, I was 29 and came here for the sake of the Anyang demon.

Yan Chixia's face became more serious.

"Young man, I'm afraid there are serious entanglements behind the Anyang monster chaos this time. Maybe there will be ghost king-level monsters appearing. You must be careful, young man."

"Although you are highly capable, the ghost king is not an ordinary person."

Ma Jun looked at Yan Chixia who kindly reminded him, and couldn't help thinking.

"Hero Yan, how about we walk together together?"

He really wanted to see Yan Chixia's flying sword skills.

The psychic sword manual records one of the thirty-six kendos, the general principles of flying swordsmanship.

Perhaps, we can learn something from Yan Chixia.

Seeing Ma Jun as a young hero, Yan Chixia also wants to make friends with him.

He clasped his fists with joy: "It's exactly what I want!"

"Today is already getting darker and dew heavier, why don't we light a fire, drink and chat, wouldn't it be fun!"

Yan Chixia took off a wine gourd the size of an arm from behind and held it in her hand.

"A certain person here brings old Wangyuechun, you can drink with the young hero!"

Xiahou hummed sourly beside him.

"Yan Chixia, I didn't expect that you are also a person who can watch people order dishes. Your wine is like a treasure, and you don't want to give it to others.

"Why are you willing to take it out now?"

Yan Chixia rolled his eyes at him: "Wouldn't it be a waste to give you such a good wine like mine?"

"This young hero ventured to Anyang to calm the demons. It can be seen that his character is sparse and bright, like the wind and the wind.

"It's more than enough for my age-old Mochizuki!"

Xiahou turned his face away and said nothing more.

Seeing Xiahou's appearance, Qinghe covered his mouth and laughed more.

Xiahou had long disliked Xiahou. At that time in Guobei County, Xiahou made rude remarks to Ma Jun. If he hadn't been stopped by Ma Jun, he would have stood up and lashed out at the first time.

If not, a smooth person like him would not be so rude to Xiahou.

Seeing Xia Hou deflated in Ma Jun's hands made him feel relieved.

My lord should be so majestic!

Ma Jun looked at the gradually darkening sky, and his heart skipped a beat.

"I think it's getting late, the night is darker and the dew is heavier, and there is no wall to block the wind and cold, so it is inevitable to feel uncomfortable.

"I know there is a deserted temple nearby, called Lanruo Temple."

"Why don't we go there and rest?"

Yan Chixia nodded: "Alright.

A group of people identified the direction and went straight to Lanruo Temple.

Xiahou also followed behind, and was teased by Yan Chixia, but he just kept his mouth shut and said nothing.

He was delighted to see Lie Xin, Ma Jun's majestic sword aura just now had completely convinced him.

He unconsciously wants to follow Ma Jun.

I am very eager to see Ma Jun's demeanor when he really makes a move.

"It's here, it's here!"

Ma Jun pointed forward happily.

He has seen it.

The gate of the mountain collapsed, but the two solitary incense shrines are still there, covered with indigo.

The bright yellow wall skin has turned gray-black.

Inside the dilapidated temple, it was dark and desolate.

Ghostly.

Yan Chixia's footsteps stopped, his brows furrowed.

He stretched out his right hand, pinching three fingers rapidly.

The faster you turn, the deeper your eyebrows are wrinkled.

After a while, he pulled Ma Jun back.

"Young man, something is wrong!"

"This temple... I'm afraid it's weird!"

"I figured out that this place is full of ghosts, and there are probably ghosts inside!"

Of course Ma Jun knows there are ghosts.

Still a nest of goblins.

Every color art double unique.

Especially Nie Xiaoqian, who can be called the oiran among the ghosts here.

If there were no ghosts, he would not have come.

"fine."

He smiled and said: "Even if there is any ghost, can it be stronger than the sword in my hand?"

Yan Chixia was startled, then raised her head and laughed boldly.

"Good! Good! Good!"

"Sure enough, if you are a young man who is a hero, you should live your life as a happy man!"

"Always timid, what can be done."

"Young Xia is really a natural swordsman, and I hope to be a great swordsman!"

Xia Hou suddenly interjected from the side.

"I didn't expect you, Yan Chixia, to flatter others so much, it's really eye-opening.

Yan Chixia froze immediately at what Xiahou said.

His old face was slightly red, and he coughed lightly: "There is a lot of ghosts here, young heroes and old Taoists, I have a deep cultivation, of course it doesn't matter if I go in."

"But... if you encounter a powerful ghost, you might be sucked out of your yang energy and die."

Xia Hou immediately stared.

"What did you say!"

"I was born with a pure Yang body, so even if I meet a handsome ghost, I can still deal with it one or two.

"If there is an ordinary ghost coming, the male ghost will cut it with a single sword, if it is a female ghost... Hehe, I will let her taste the power of my iron rod!"

Xiahou even deliberately straightened his hips.

A smile flashed across Ma Jun's eyes.

Xiahou's bull clinked loudly.

247 deserves to be a son and daughter of the rivers and lakes who don't stick to small details, but he has carried out his words and deeds.

It's a pity that he overestimated himself and underestimated the female ghost in Lanruo Temple.

The secret technique in the room of the female ghosts is truly unique.

Xiahou was cleaned up by the female ghosts of Lanruo Temple, so that he threw away his helmet and armor, and Yuanyang vented.

The moment the pure yang body was broken, the dryad's grandmother took advantage of it and burst into the mouth and died.

Thinking of it this way, he followed Ma Jun, and he still saved his life.

When Ning Caichen heard the conversation between the two, his face turned pale with fright.

He squeezed behind Ma Jun and asked in a low voice.

"Brother Ma, is there really a ghost here?"

Qinghe curled his lips and said: "What are you afraid of, even if some evil spirits come, adults will naturally take action.

"Did you forget that Painted Skin Ghost back then?"

"A monster at the level of a ghost general has been cut to the point where there is nothing left of its hair, so you have nothing to be afraid of.

"Could it be that in this dilapidated temple, there are still ghosts above the ghost general level entrenched?"

Ning Caichen recalled Ma Jun's sword that threatened Lin'an, and he couldn't help but feel at ease.

"Let's go."

Ma Jun stepped on the old fallen leaves on the ground and walked into Lanruo Temple.

A group of people followed closely behind.

The moment they just stepped into Lanruo Temple, an exclamation sounded from a large-scale house in the distance.

"My God!"

"What a handsome young man!"